"A big white whirlpool swirling like milky cream... it was so deadly, you know? I almost lost my life just reaching that place, as if the world itself wanted to swallow me whole..." Nightfire clenched her fist tightly, her face carved with effort and old terror as she tried to convey the memory.
Her words caught the attention of everyone sitting on the bed. All eyes—especially Thalia's—were on her, silent and anxious.
"The waves of air slammed into me again and again, like invisible hands trying to hurl me away, but I… I refused to give in. I've never been one to back down, not when it matters most!" Nightfire's voice shook with defiance.
